Look, good for him. Kind of. The Wrestler was great, and the good Lord in Heaven knows that Mickey Rourke has earned his moment of glory. He should stretch his success out for as long, and as far, as he can. It’s just that I kind of thought that was going to mean a few more boastful months of sitting at the finest tables in town drinking champagne on the house, getting laid by unpaid women, and maybe pulling in slightly larger salaries for the next couple of movies. Not becoming a parody of the character he played in a movie that actually kind of just felt like a documentary about what happens to human faces after so many decades of bad decisions and immeasurable human sadness.